I hate Tuesday. You’ve heard me rant about that before, but there are two specific reasons lately to hate Tuesday — the Post-WWE-Raw-Crash (AKA “There’s 2.1 hours of my life I’m not getting back”) and my lousy job usually dropping lots of work on me that morning. I shall rant forth about both. No new UE, but I’m hoping to write tonight, provided I’m not a burnt out husk.
WWE Raw can (BEEP) my (BEEP). Stone Cold “Wah, Wah” Austin apparently walked out of the building in protest over being forced to work with (the horror!) Brock Lesnar, which meant they had to completely rewrite 25% of the show.
And boy, DID it show. Disjointed, nonsensical, leaving open many storylines that could go nasty and unentertaining places… thank you SO much Mr. Austin for screwing us all for the second time this year because your ego won’t allow you to work with the writers. You know what? It’s time to cut the old man loose. He’s become what he hated the most in WCW, one of the good ‘ol boys in the back doing everything possible to protect his ‘spot’ from the young guys who are coming up and the evil badbad writers who are trying to come up with something that’ll at least make SENSE. Argh.
Speaking as a writer, I say this: If I was writing a major television show, sitcom, drama, wrestling, whatever… it’s fiction. And I’m hiring actors to play the parts. If the actor doesn’t like it he can walk PERMINANTLY. They’re hired to play a role and they damn well better, if they wanna justify their paychecks. Play ball or go home.
And the second biggest WWE Raw evil? How they treated Molly Holly, digging on her from every possible side over her figure — you know, because it looks like she actually eats right instead of subsisting off bread and Stacker 2 all day. Lawler is going to hell for all those poor, outdated, classless jokes about Molly — he got off over a DOZEN ‘big ass’ variant gags in the span of four minutes. I can only hope that he’s now out of ammo and won’t be spouting any more.
I’d rather look at a woman like Molly who has a HEALTHY figure and a natural beauty than look at any of the anorexic implant-heaving stick figure orange skinned blonde freaks of inhumanity that represent the WWE’s own version of Attack of the Clones. Goddamn, man, are we really supposed to find TerriTorrieStaceyWhateverWhoever attractive? Why? Because they have yellow hair and huge pontoons? Now, I give Trish some props for being a damn good wrestler in the ring, so I leave her out of this, but the rest… AGH. It’s stupid and it makes my entire gender look like a bunch of brainless drooling empty headed perverts lusting after a bunch of brainless drooling empty headed hookers.
Now, Raw DID have some positive points. The way the NWO was handled. Shawn’s return promo. Booker’s rising star. Eddie vs. RVD. Undertaker FINALLY being beaten up and left lying (although the way he popped right back up once the Hardys were running away was annoying). But these things… overshadowed by the bad, sorry. I can’t accept that I have to swallow 50% rotten tripe along with my 50% yummy steak.
I tell you, we’re getting back to the line where, once crossed, I say: Okay, that’s it for Raw. I know it’s a big social event for my friends, but when they’re even saying “Damn, this sucks” and falling asleep and such (Raw IS on kinda late and they have day jobs) then maybe it’d be better sticking to Smackdown. At least there, it’s on earlier in the day, and it focuses on the in-ring wrestling…
I don’t know. It’s just really annoying. And since I tend to really get ‘into’ creative things I ingest (TV, movies, books, even wrestling) when the content sucks, I feel lousy. I’m making a time investment and an interest investment and WWE is returning something most foul in thanks. I don’t appreciate that.
I said I’d rant about my job too, but… eh. Not in the mood now. Suffice to say it’s unorganized, frenetic, yet somehow boring and irritatingly dull at the same time. I wonder if I went back in time and told myself as a kid that I’d be a government flunky in a rugby shirt loathing my work if I’d dislike myself… but there’s really no choice here, not with the job market the way it is, and any ‘fun’ jobs being little more than pipe dreams and fairy tales. I could accept it if the other side of my life where I do what I REALLY wanna do was more satisfying… and at times it is, but maybe not enough to cover for this.